After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

In Terran, the Olympics were held to promote global unity and peace. It provided a platform where people could come together, put aside differences, and just enjoy the games.

It would also spike the economic growth of wherever it would be held in…

Althea shook her head, putting the non-existent 'Alterran Olympics' to the back of her mind. Even if it would come to fruition someday, it would probably take a few years before they could safely implement it without people killing each other for the prizes instead.

Anyway, they had been here for a while, but Ansel was still up. At first, he was still laughing, taunting his hitters when they failed. By this point, practically the whole area had tried a shot, with more coming in when they heard the handsome Ansel was the one on the seat.

However, after a quarter of an hour, Ansel grew impatient.

His bum was starting to get sore, and he did his best not to squirm in his seat like an uncool dude.

One had to know that, at their levels, it wasn't easy to feel this! This chair was too uncomfortable!

It was definitely on purpose!

One of the rules of the game was that if the target gave up on his own, he'd have to pay 100 copper! Scam!

Still, Ansel believed in his grit so he pushed on.

But then it was just miss, miss, and another miss, and the sound of the ball not hitting the target irked Ansel to no end.

"Someone hit it already! Get this over with!" he yelled. "It is embarrassing that you people are taking so long!"

"Do you think we're not trying?!" The current hitter, Winona, yelled back. "This is much harder than it looks, okay?!"

Of course, the carnival games were adjusted according to the higher cap of levels here, prohibiting people above a certain level from joining in. The target was not only tiny—it was as big as a cockroach—the force required was also not too straightforward.

The ball was made of special fabric and stone and wasn't completely solid. Throwing it required the right control, otherwise, it'd get unruffled while they were throwing it.

People had to pay for each shot, too. It was twenty-five copper coins per shot, which was a decent glass of juice already.

Some people called it a scam—it kinda was—but before Ansel, there was Dog who sat there and his team managed to hit his target.

Crow—who was an archer just below the game's level limit—managed to hit it after a couple of tries. His friend Dog swam that day, but he almost gave him a hug (which Crow promptly avoided of course).

After all, this was a favor Dog asked of Crow.

The price during their turn was a child-sized Teddy Bear. It was made of the best material and down, and was made (and donated) by Lenny. It actually had a special spirit regeneration effect—even if it was just a bit—so it was actually quite valuable.

Sunny had shown interest in it and Dog immediately volunteered to join in (begging Crow to do well). He had slowly been showing his feelings to Sunny, though he did not dare confess yet—especially not when she had a scary brother and uncle watching his moves like a hawk!

Anyway, the fact that a team won after about 10 minutes meant that the game was not a scam. Scammy, probably, but not a "scam".

Anyway, back to Ansel's side, random passerbys paid to give it a shot and were failing. At this time, even Althea was getting impatient, and it wasn't helping that the babies were stretching their arms to the pool, as if wanting to swim there.

"No, no, Pepper..." she said, hugging her closer. "That's not for you to swim in."

"Sweem, Mama!" the baby girl mumbled, turning to her and looking at her with those large blue eyes. Her little hand found Althea's cheek. "Pwease!"

"No."

Similarly, Little Meatball was also causing chaos above Garan's shoulder. He was still lounging there, but he was pulling whatever handful of hair he could grab, making his head look like a bird's nest.

Well, since Garan's hair was so gossamer, it wasn't that bad, but Garan's unruly hair was typically a sight only Althea could see in the morning.

Seeing as their children were getting antsy, she knew it was time to get this over with. After a few more people tried and failed, she handed Pepper to her father.

"Let me try," she said, taking over a ball. It was basically a long fabric tied in a particular way. She studied its weight and made some calculations.

She threw it up first to get a feel of the ball on her palms, her green eyes fixed on the target no bigger than a Terran cockroach.

She then gestured to throw, and everyone watched her every move.

[Used! Precise Aim]

Bang!

It hit right at the target, making a lot of people gasp.

A creaking sound echoed below Ansel, and a second later all horizontal support he had disappeared. His stomach dropped as he fell, creating small wave that splattered on nearby folk.

Splash!

He coughed out some water that entered his nose. He wiped his face with his palm and combed back his hair as he gathered himself. He actually looked quite sexy, especially when his shirt clung to his body due to the water.

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Sadly, his wife did not appreciate this. She was focused on the fact that he made a fool of himself. She couldn't help it; it was a habit formed through years of mocking each other.

"Hahahhah! You really look like a wet Gugu chick!" she giggled, walking over as if to look closer at him. "I should get my phone—"

Ansel's green eyes sharpened and his arm swiftly moved to grab her arm, pulling her to him.

Splash!

"Kyaaa!!"

It wasn't too rash because she had just given birth. However, Ansel somehow managed to get her completely drenched too.

Winona gasped in shock, staring at her husband in disbelief. "You bast—"

She was promptly shut up by a peck on the lips. "Honey, you're wet," he said, voice raspy. "Let's go get a shower—we don't want you to get a cold, after all."

He then stood up and carried her in his arms, and the woman had no choice but to hold on to him to keep her balance. "You—"

Ansel gave a sadistic grin. "You asked for this."

And so that couple disappeared, soon behind closed doors.